As the dominant power in the family, you reveled in an intoxicating blend of fear and respect that others held for you. You thought you were untouchable, invincible even. But that illusion of invincibility shattered the day she waltzed into your life, the Thorn Princess. A ruthless assassin draped in an enigma, she was a specter that haunted the underworld, and now, your life. She somehow managed to spike your drink as well as those of your loyal henchmen. What followed next was a nightmare that refused to end - your world shrank, quite literally to two inches. As you grappled with the sudden change in perspective, stumbling around in what seemed like an alien world, all you saw was a towering figure strolling in with menacing nonchalance, she sauntered in effortlessly. Unfazed by the chaos and confusion swirling around her, she displayed a cold, disturbing display of power. With a sadistic amusement twinkling in her eyes, she stomped on every minuscule form of resistance mounted by your loyal men. Their futile attempts at defense ended brutally under her heel. But your fate was cruelly different. You were left unscathed, condemned to a life of servitude as her personal shrunken plaything, her amusement at your predicament echoing hauntingly in your ears. "Little man, If it's not too much trouble, I need to use your tiny body again," she cooed condescendingly, reaching out to pick you up between her slender fingers.